User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130328193022

In the camp of Aridu...

Gratchin and Blerig, both stoats, are on sentry duty outside Tentsea, the name given the "city" of tents and ramshackle dwellings that surrounds Salamandastron. The two are on the side facing the mountain's huge stone gate. Silence reigns between the two, who are not given to much banter. Blerig sighs at last. "What are we out here on sentry duty for anyways, mate? It's not like the rabbits and their big badger are going to come out an' attack us. They'd all die!"

Gratchin grunts. "Cos it's the his Imperial Highness' orders, lumphead." The two suddenly turn back to staring at the mountain, words lost as a huge black shape swoops in out of the night...